[Altius lets out a mild laugh at the comment. As if anything could counter the luck of finding himself in a prison world accusing him of something unforgivable, then having to pretend to be at all personable in the middle of some banal fall celebration for the sake of learning anything of use and not ruining his potential chances for allies.
He answers with apparent ease.]
I'm sure. I prefer to make my own luck.
[Vash is welcome to take the toy and hand it off to one of those nearby children if he so wishes, but the man doesn't take back the offer or his hand.]
no subject
He answers with apparent ease.]
I'm sure. I prefer to make my own luck.
[Vash is welcome to take the toy and hand it off to one of those nearby children if he so wishes, but the man doesn't take back the offer or his hand.]